When maple leaf clusters flutter
And wide lake waters shimmer
When mountain mica shines
And beach sands dazzle
I feel elation
However:
When hot pavement glitters
And littered cans glisten
When the peasant’s brow shines
And weapons of war flash
I feel such sorrow
Still:
When the canopy of stars twinkle
And the morning dew glows
I feel blessed
Yet:
Tears sparkle and blur
My every vision.
Ciera S. Louise c. June 10, 2005